I'm on a work trip in NYC, and I'm staying in Williamsburg on Metropolitan avenue just passed the BQE in a Cuban guest house and restaurant. It's seedy, but meals are included. When dinner comes they tell me I can piss in my seat. I do this while watching customers come in and out. Piss hits the floor. My food is served.
There's a restaurant I'm working at, it's a blend of places I've worked along with a roller skating rink. Bootcamp too. I'm here with bootcamp classmates. There are piles of roasted yams we can heave over our shoulders. The yams are smooshy and fall apart as I try to left them. We all decide we've lifted enough and leave.
